Blog ahoy. My second in two days, and still it pales into comparison with the rest of the family - even Lucy is blogging regularly! What next? Aliens on earth in khaki trousers?
I'm particularly enjoying Kelly's blogs right now. Obviously she has much to report - she's living in Australia now for fricks sake - but it's the overall tone of her entries that's fascinated me. Is it just me or does she seem rather content?
I'll let her off with living 10,467.22 miles away from here (to be precise) as long as she's happy. And as long as she stops telling us how hot it is while we (metaphorically and literally) drown across here.
In fact Carole and I risked pneumonia last night as we dashed from the car to the restaurant (Poldino's). It was tipping down again - quelle surprise - but thankfully the quality of our meals made us forget about our soggy toes. We both had bruschetta for starters and Carole had sole for main while I plumped for the veal. All delicious, and made me glad I'd changed our restaurant reservation at the last minute.
I took her to the Theatre afterwards to see "Chicago". She loved it despite the seats not being as great as I'd imagined allied to the sahara-esque temperature that had formed by the shows interval.
Carole was playing with all her presents when we got home last night - thanks again to everybody for the gifts, cards and best wishes. She's really grateful.
I do think, however, that I may not see her again for another 6 months while she shoots zombies on her laptop whilst simultaneously getting drunk on a variety of alcoholic concoctions made with her new cocktail maker.
I'm collecting Luca from his grandparents tonight - thanks Mum and Dad for withstanding an overnight Luca barrage - and hopefully he'll be plum tuckered out by the time we roll up home.
As Luca said on Wednesday as we pulled away from his the house in Banchory "I like Granny Jo and Granda - they're my friends"
**Useless fact of the day - It will come as no surprise that 'tuckered out' is an American phrase. No 'B-feature' western from the 1930s and 1940s was complete without Gabby Hayes being 'plumb tuckered out'. Hayes' contribution to the genre was celebrated by Mel Brooks in the 1974 film Blazing Saddles. In that, a look-alike actor played the part of Gabby Johnson, spouting 'authentic frontier gibberish' - "dad gum it, I am gonna die here an' no sidewindin bushwackin, hornswaglin, cracker croaker is gonna rouin me biscuit cutter"**
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